Heal all her infirmities.
Heal all her internal organs.
Heal her confined mind.
Give her Your perfect peace.
Give her strength and courage.
Give her understanding and wisdom.
Help her to trust in You more.
Help her to lean on You more.
Help her to apply her faith in You more.
Make her paths straight.
Make her see Your Glory.
Make her live in Your Freedom.
Kindle a fire that spreads.
Kindle a desire that grows.
Kindle a love that lives.
Show off in her life.
Show her Your splendor
Show the enemy that he has no power.
Be the healer of her life.
Be her one desire.
Be her rock when life is dire.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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